User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Rise of the Hordes/@comment-1298206-20140804182436/@comment-2246928-20140815181516

The otter turned to eye the squirrel critically for a moment, a moment just long enough to display the deep scar gutting his eye socket, before he stood, leaving his place for the newcomer as he strode out of the grass and into the woods. The vole watched his companion go until his gray-furred body was lost from sight, and then looked to the white squirrel with a halfhearted smile of greeting. He stood, offering the traveler a paw. "I apologize for Rymar's behavior, leave him some time and he'll be sure to get used to you. The name's Karyul."